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The Hashtag Headlines will be taking a two week break in Drudge Report surveillance, Huffington Post observance.  I’ve moved from the Bay Area to the Sacramento region!  For more information email me TroughtonMedia@gmail.com or give me a ring here (925)999-0616

Thank you,

Carter Troughton  

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Metropolitan Blood Flow. Photos & Gif By David Hanjani

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Metropolitan Blood Flow. Photos & Gif By David Hanjani

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A GIF of last night’s storm in Chicago from my patio.

cshimala:

A GIF of last night’s storm in Chicago from my patio.

adventuresofalgy:

The storm raged on, and Algy clung onto the rocks. The wind was too strong to try flying to a safer place …
Algy dedicates this post especially to all those who have never seen the ocean raging on the rocks, or who love the sea but live far away from it – and in particular to Mitch who asked for a GIF :)

adventuresofalgy:

The storm raged on, and Algy clung onto the rocks. The wind was too strong to try flying to a safer place …

Algy dedicates this post especially to all those who have never seen the ocean raging on the rocks, or who love the sea but live far away from it – and in particular to Mitch who asked for a GIF :)

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The Millennial Generation

Now isn’t the time because I will soon hastily be on my way to next appointment selling furnaces many jobs I have had since college!

About a year ago to the day was 12/21/2012 Mayan Doomsday prophecy.  A date first ignited into my consciousness 2009.  Upon that Thanksgiving year my life has whirlwind into end of the world scenarios that hallucinated me into delusion illusion.  

Making it past that has been a huge step and a leap for me cannot say that I’ve made it past the tornado unscathed.  Bruised but not broken just yet this is a message of correspondence to whomever will know my story because life is about telling I think death is more about silence.  

Touchy topics go untouched while everyone feels for the true just a bit of gibberish blue.  Actions are louder than words this is the way it is.  

Compelled 2 Write 2013

I don’t believe my words are any more immaculate than anybody else’s however I write because they are my particular words chosen individually.

I don’t think my actions are any more special than anybody else’s actions it’s just they are mine to learn from and mine alone.  What have you done?

In an era where almost everything is punishable do the wise do nothing?

In times of turbulence & distress what are plausible coping techniques?

Is it possible to savor moments of anxiety and depression?

Why would someone put themselves through immense pain & suffering?

Are we the people all equal but individuals are different unique special?

There I just railed off some questions guess that’s where I’m at today.

Ameba Virus Manifesto Part II

The internet is full of corners, crevices, and shadows.  Games, memes, pictures, and video.  Essays, literature, news, etcetera.  Secret lights !

Why yes by how; our world wide web is spun like spider silk both literally and virtually from computer to computer.  Databases and mainframes do the rest am I right?  Perhaps the universe really is some kind of hologram.  What’s trending?

We the people are running this show here with unlimited access to a wealth of knowledge and tce070 the ameba virus continues onward via mission.  Since last transmission check out bathoscoda 

The program is action over words but words are also action murmured in silence while not a word has been said!  This is quiet but not blank.  Symbolic yet still real.  Perhaps valid as the truth.  Writing on the wall.  That’s all this is.  What do you know about the end of a book?  What’s happening?  Not a single email to all of those journalists this time is that fair enough to whomever might be watching?  Chance, gambling, luck, odds, what is this all about?  Purpose reason providence maybe even predestination?  Good, evil, love, hate, nonviolence, peace, etcetera.  

Carter Troughton

Los Banos, California 

December 15th, 2013 

Made with Undeniable Purpose turned 1 today!

Made with Undeniable Purpose turned 1 today!

troughtonmedia:

The Earth is rigged with hardline cables that connect us all.  Just imagine plethoras of ethernet cord snaking into pipeline; wrapped through the ground and installed just about everywhere there’s civilization. It’s giving out a glowing brightness into the night sky. 
Now when it’s daytime, try to think of all those wireless devices picking up internet signals to and fro from what seems like thin air.  This sort of magical science is connecting us all!  Try not to be afraid of it.  
As technology progressed through the ages; candles turned into lights.  Now lights have turned into signals.  It is though the world is signaling for something or perhaps it has everything it needs.  Anyways, I’m feeling left out of the puzzle.  There is no puzzle.  Just freaks of nature.  
I honestly believe it has something to do with the passing of  time and ages through our intergalactic universe.  We are creatures of this planet just as everything else is but maybe it’s our hard drive left primitive.  That’s computer jargon for brain.  Think of knowledge as uploading coded information.  Think of extracting as a download.  I’m so involved with this stuff right now that it’s like gravely concerning to my health.  Maybe I will just overheat or even worse; scramble.  It feels as though I’m the result of some sick twisted government experiment gone completely array.  Almost feels as though some project has been marketed subliminally into my head through brain wash and propaganda!  See, what the fuck am I even talking about anymore?  No one to talk too.  Try to stay on topic:  Anonymous is like 99% of the population and if someone had to label the remaining 1%; I’d like to figure we call them Illuminati.  Am I far off in the future?  Skull and crossbones I might not even matter until I’m dead.  This is sad.  
By now I’m probably speaking to a shrinking audience but with every tap of the keyboard it just feels important.  Why am I forced to live out this struggle and thankfully I can portray it because there are countless people that don’t have these kinds of abilities.  I’m just talking about gathering enough strength to verbally announce your thoughts and emotions.  It’s our capabilities that push us forward but where am I going with this?  Am I some kind of storm or natural disaster resulted from failure to stand in line?  That makes me marching to my own drum.  At the very least I am still communicating with the outside world all while I’m trapped in my own kind of mental prison.  Something needs to happen so that I can be free and I beg of you to release me before it’s too late.  What will it be too late for?  That’s the breaking news by now.  The government is currently shutdown but I wonder what’s really going on?  Maybe everything will just miraculously fix itself.  I mean, if the Earth is everything than it shouldn’t be impossible.  I think it’s missing love or something like that.  What do I know?  

troughtonmedia:

The Earth is rigged with hardline cables that connect us all.  Just imagine plethoras of ethernet cord snaking into pipeline; wrapped through the ground and installed just about everywhere there’s civilization. It’s giving out a glowing brightness into the night sky. 

Now when it’s daytime, try to think of all those wireless devices picking up internet signals to and fro from what seems like thin air.  This sort of magical science is connecting us all!  Try not to be afraid of it.  

As technology progressed through the ages; candles turned into lights.  Now lights have turned into signals.  It is though the world is signaling for something or perhaps it has everything it needs.  Anyways, I’m feeling left out of the puzzle.  There is no puzzle.  Just freaks of nature.  

I honestly believe it has something to do with the passing of  time and ages through our intergalactic universe.  We are creatures of this planet just as everything else is but maybe it’s our hard drive left primitive.  That’s computer jargon for brain.  Think of knowledge as uploading coded information.  Think of extracting as a download.  I’m so involved with this stuff right now that it’s like gravely concerning to my health.  Maybe I will just overheat or even worse; scramble.  It feels as though I’m the result of some sick twisted government experiment gone completely array.  Almost feels as though some project has been marketed subliminally into my head through brain wash and propaganda!  See, what the fuck am I even talking about anymore?  No one to talk too.  Try to stay on topic:  Anonymous is like 99% of the population and if someone had to label the remaining 1%; I’d like to figure we call them Illuminati.  Am I far off in the future?  Skull and crossbones I might not even matter until I’m dead.  This is sad.  

By now I’m probably speaking to a shrinking audience but with every tap of the keyboard it just feels important.  Why am I forced to live out this struggle and thankfully I can portray it because there are countless people that don’t have these kinds of abilities.  I’m just talking about gathering enough strength to verbally announce your thoughts and emotions.  It’s our capabilities that push us forward but where am I going with this?  Am I some kind of storm or natural disaster resulted from failure to stand in line?  That makes me marching to my own drum.  At the very least I am still communicating with the outside world all while I’m trapped in my own kind of mental prison.  Something needs to happen so that I can be free and I beg of you to release me before it’s too late.  What will it be too late for?  That’s the breaking news by now.  The government is currently shutdown but I wonder what’s really going on?  Maybe everything will just miraculously fix itself.  I mean, if the Earth is everything than it shouldn’t be impossible.  I think it’s missing love or something like that.  What do I know?  

2013

Never thought I’d be the one trying to set the record straight but here it is yet again; another attempt at trying to tell the world the way I see it:

I’m bring this up because one of the key components within Abrahamic religion is actually circumcision.  Cutting of the foreskin.  To be honest, it sounds exactly like what the Department of Fish and Game does to a hatchery raised salmon.  For regulation and angling purposes, they clip the fin.  I don’t even think this is controversial anymore in America however, in other countries it’s still a big deal.  When I was born, I think it’s just something my family and doctor did without thinking about it.  Now that’s a piece of me that I’ll never get back but for those that question this bizarre tradition; eat psychiatric medication!  How can I possibly win this seemingly impossible fight?  It’s almost like I’m one against billions!    

That’s right boys and girls, the Matrix is very real and it looks like a fish farm!  After chopping up all the spawning salmon and inseminating those beautiful orange glow-like eggs; Department of Fish and Game officials raise up the fingerling salmonoids into adolescents, cut off the rear pectoral fin; and release the little fishes back into the wild trying to keep nature balanced.  How cyclical is that and now I’m back on point: 

When your flying on an aero plane do you ever wonder about all of those subdivision tract homes scattered around the city outskirts?  Tell me those don’t look like Easter Eggs trying to develop!  Oh tradition, the forces of good and evil are well at work here.  What do you believe?

This can’t go on forever and I’m trying to overt a natural disaster but just like the dinosaurs; we the people have gone through evolutionary transformations.  Triassic, Jurassic, Cretaceous.  Spiritual evolutions are marked by the Zodiac and include Piscean age turning into Aquarius.  Clearly we’re all just souls floating through space and time so declare peace and rest for all of eternity.  Infinity; forever and ever.  Am I right or what?  Please God, can you show me a sign?  With love, Carter T